Bridget closed her eyes, ready to feel the full force of him inside her. She was breathing heavy, and her heart was beating a million miles a minute. She didn't love Wilkes, but that didn't matter. Sex wasn't about love. Not when things happened so easily. Not when everything was taken so lightly. Nope. Bridget didn't mind so much that she didn't love Wilkes. It was more the pain aspect and the violation that bothered her. But those things were pushed from her mind. She bit her lip.
Waiting.
But.
Then there were voices. And they weren't part of the many talking in her mind. They didn't belong to Wilkes either, as far as she knew. No. They belonged to the rush of students crashing into the Common room and on their way to bounding up the stairs. With a yelp, Bridget pushed Wilkes off of her with such force that he tumbled off the bed. She paid no notice as she jumped to her feet, replacing her clothes as fast as she could. Did her hair look all right? She checked the mirror.